After scheduling an appointment with Weaver to hand over the ledger we briefly discuss the next phase of the operation. Drawing Dominic out of whatever dark hole he is hiding himself in. I have already volunteered myself as bait. If Dom believes that he can get me out of his way forever, there is no way in hell that he is going to turn down that chance. The last time we spoke, he made sure that I knew, in no uncertain terms, that he felt I was a traitor to the family.
Agent Weaver has already spent hours interrogating the men we left behind in the abandoned building where the girls were held captive. Dominic's men, unsurprisingly, were more than happy to talk in exchange for plea deals. Ana was kidnapped because when Dom figured out that I have been working with the FBI, he knew that getting to her would be the most expedient way to get to me. He just didn’t count on K&S being there to assist me.
Having business under control for the moment, I go looking for my wife. I don't appreciate needing to let her be out of my sight for very long. Five agonizing months of not seeing her lovely face was enough to last an eternity. At least she's easy to find most days, especially since Faye isn't back in town, and her friend Ellie works so much. I'm doing my best to resolve that problem, but the girl wants to work the extra shifts. No one is forcing her. Ana filled me in on the restaurant manager and his inappropriate behavior toward attractive women under his authority, but since no one has been willing to come forward about it, my hands are tied.
I find Ana in the nursery, sitting in the cushioned seat of the rocking chair I surprised her with. I have foggy memories of my own mother rocking me in a chair that is almost identical to the one I bought, and want my own children to know that feeling of love and security that I can barely recall. She doesn't see me as I quietly enter the room. Her gaze is serene as she rocks and watches the morning sun shimmering on the city.
Her small hand lightly strokes her bump, and I swear it's gotten bigger just in the past few days. It’s amazing how she is more beautiful every time I see her. You would think I would be used to it by now, since I've been watching her for years. I’m not.
She somehow had the brown stripped from her hair, and I'm not ashamed to admit how happy I am that she only used a temporary color on it this whole time. I had missed the bright silvery blonde of her hair.
Ana
“Hey, beautiful girl. “ Xavier's raspy voice pulls me from my thoughts.
“Hey.” I respond, “they are super busy this morning.” I pat my bump as he approaches and lowers himself to kneel beside me. His hands slip under my maternity top and rest warmly against my belly. The touch of his calloused hands on my tight flesh sends a jolt between my legs. I can't ever seem to get enough of his touch. My husband. It feels so good to call him that and know it’s for real this time.
Our months apart did bring about something good. Everything between us now is almost painful in its sweetness. He makes love to me so tenderly that it's easy to tell myself that the rough way he used me was an anomaly. Somehow I know it wasn't. Even when he's being so gentle, I can feel an underlying tension simmering inside him. There is an inferno of lust that flashes in his eyes before he grinds his teeth and subdues it. It drives me wild, knowing that he has to force himself to stay in control. I love knowing that I am the one who tests the limits of his restraint.
Smiling with wicked intent, I lean forward and lick a slow line along the seam of his lips. I’m tired of him keeping parts of himself from me. I want his heat. I want his passion. What I really want is the man who skillfully dominated my body into total submission, even while my mind fought against him. I won’t be fighting him now. I want all of him. His darkness and his light.
His mouth slants across mine, taking control of the kiss I initiated. Our tongues slide together and tangle wetly, his teeth nipping gently at my lips before marking a damp trail down over my chin to my throat. His lips nibble and suck at my racing pulse before moving lower to trace over my collarbone. I melt into his embrace, nearly mindless in my need for him, but I have a plan. I am not about to let him sidetrack me again. Giggling, I press my palm against the hard planes of his chest, pushing him away and encouraging him to stand up before me.
The hard ridge of his cock throbs against the front of his jeans. My mouth waters with the need to taste him the way he does me, but every time I try, he distracts me.
I’m not letting him do that again. Not today. I am determined to get his cock in my mouth. Now. Right now.
Xavier
I can see her intentions blazing in her emerald gaze as she pushes me back and gestures for me to stand. She has been pushing to gain the upper hand, but so far, I have been able to maintain control of her and myself. I know that one touch of her hot little mouth on my cock and I won't be able to stop myself from fucking her face. I am already on the edge every time I touch her, and I’m not going to be strong enough to deny us both what we want again.
She has made it abundantly clear that she wants to give me this gift, and I have had a hard time dissuading her. Today I’m going to give her what she wants. Hell, I can’t deny her again.
Sliding between those soft puffy lips is all I can think about right now. How badly I want to sink into the sweet heaven of her mouth, to feel her lips and tongue working my shaft.
Her small fingers reach up, popping the button on my jeans and pulling the zipper down with a soft rasping sound. The morning sunshine streaming through the windows bathes her in golden light. She is so fucking beautiful, and she is mine. I'm going to give her exactly what she wants, without taking over, even if it kills me. And that’s a distinct possibility.
She slides my jeans and boxer briefs down and off my ass as she wraps her hands around my bobbing shaft, pointing it toward her waiting lips, and whispers, “Tell me if I do something wrong.” I can’t stop my agonized moan that breaks loose at her innocent words.
“Babe, there is no way you could do this wrong.” I try to force the words out in as normal a voice as possible. I don't want her to know I am already battling myself for control. I’m so scared that I will hurt her the way I did before, but the only thing
I can think about right now is being the first cock to be in that sweet mouth of hers.
She smiles up at me, her bottom lip snug between her teeth. She scoots forward in her chair and softly nuzzles her lips and nose against my groin, stroking her soft cheek against my cock.
“You’re so pretty here.” She mumbles, kissing the ruddy tip softly and stroking it against her lips. Every muscle in my body hardens to stone in response to the delicate contact.
“Fuck sunshine, you're gonna kill me.” The little minx winks up at me, sticking out the little pink tip of her tongue and traces my length from my balls to the throbbing head. She laps softly at the sticky droplet she brought forth with a little hum of pleasure.
“Mmm, X,” she sighs happily, “so yummy.” Her eyes drift shut as her kiss flushed lips open further and slide around my turgid flesh.
“Ana,” I grind between my clenched teeth drawing her gaze up to lock with mine. I clutch the back of my own neck to keep from grabbing her by the hair and thrusting into her mouth.
“Do you see what you do to me?” I growl.
She smiles happily, her delicate hands gliding up the rigid muscles cording my thighs. Gently, almost reverently, she traces her fingertips along my heavy, cum filled balls before tightening her grip on the steel rod of my cock and firmly stroking as she takes me inside the paradise of her mouth.
The sensations rocketing through me are the most amazing that I have ever felt.